A/N: A popular gripe from the last chapter was about Elsa and her behavior. She can be frustrating, I know. But, she knows Hans the least out of everyone and it takes her a while to really trust people. Will she let go of her prejudices? I'd tell you, but you know. Spoilers.

And now, onto the ball! It's an important event and there's a lot going on, so these two installments will be very long.

Chapter 53: Eve of Splendor

Anna looped her arm with Elsa's as they climbed the curved staircase leading to the ballroom. The doors were wide open, and even from the floor below, the musician's waltz could be heard echoing through the halls. The closer the sisters got to the top of the stairs, the more bounce Anna got in her step.

"This is the most energetic I've seen you in days." Elsa said quietly as she smiled at her younger sister.

Anna returned the smile. "This is our first foreign ball. I am aiming to have a good time."

"Will you dance?"

"I dunno." Anna replied. "I mean, I promised Viktor and Georg one each. Aside from that, we'll see. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for a handsome stranger to try to sweep me off my feet." She said with a wry smile. "Maybe you're the one who really should hit the dance floor."

That comment made Elsa laugh. "I don't think so. You know me, Anna. I don't dance."

"Ha." Anna smirked. "You say that now, but just wait. I-"

"AUNTIE ANNA!"

Anna barely had time to register what was happening when little Lisee plowed into her for a hug. "H-hey! Easy there, Kiddo." Anna knelt carefully and returned the hug. When she looked back up, she was also greeted by Viktor and Georg, dressed to the nines in matching ceremonial silver tail-coated suits with white and gold accents. "Wow. You both look sharp!"

Viktor made a sweeping bow, and his brother followed suit. "Many thanks, Princess." He smiled, and gave a respectful nod to Elsa. "And we must say, you both are looking absolutely stunning tonight."

Anna blushed, and smiled at Elsa. "Thank you." Her attention was turned back to the little girl bouncing about with glee. "I know you're excited, but try to keep calm! You wouldn't want to tire yourself our before going in, would you?"

"I can't help it!" the young girl exclaimed and broke away, jumping up and down excitedly. "I've never been to a big party before!"

Elsa smiled down at the girl. "No doubt this will be one to remember." She patted Annalise's shoulder gently. "Where is your papa?"

Annalise's smile faded slightly, but it was Georg who answered. "a footman approached him earlier on our way up with a note. We're not sure what it said, but it called him away."

"He should be back soon though." Viktor added. "Hopefully. In the meantime, we promised to keep Lisee out of too much trouble."

"I don't know what they mean, Your Majesty." Lisee said in her most innocent voice, attempting to sound as proper as possible. "I'm never trouble."

"I'm sure." Elsa said, and nodded to the others. "I'm going in; I'll see you inside." She took a step back from the group, and stepped aside and walked calmly into the ballroom.

Anna watched her sister go in, and turned back to the princes. "Are we waiting for anyone else?"

Viktor shrugged. "I don't believe so. Most of us have already gone in. I'd say, by now it's just Ludwig left, but who knows how long he will take. We could wait... but I think the little one would probably explode if we keep her out here in the hall any longer."

"Can we go in now? Please please please please?" Annalise asked as if on cue.

"Yes, yes." Georg took her hand and nodded to Anna and Viktor. Together, the four walked into the ballroom and took in the sights.

The first thing Anna noticed was the main dance floor. She could recall several people talking previously about the number of guests coming, but seeing them all in formal suits and gowns waltzing about was really a sight to see. It made Elsa's own coronation ball seem so small in comparison. Her eyes traveled about the room. Off to the left side on a slightly raised stage sat the musicians. Across the way, a small group of steps led to a throne set up, where King Alexander currently sat. Surrounding him, other comfortable seats were set up for visiting monarchs. Just to the king's right, Anna noticed Elsa had taken a seat, and the two were currently engaged in conversation. And, to the right of the dance floor, Anna found Prince Frederick, dressed in an ivory and gold suit with a small crown resting atop of his head. Anna recognized the piece from his royal portrait. She couldn't help but form a sympathetic smile as she watched Frederick be introduced to a line of ladies."

"Woah..." she said as she continued to scan the room. "This is... well... woah."

"Impressive, isn't it?" Georg asked.

Anna nodded. "You all weren't kidding when you said you guys knew how to throw a good party."

Viktor smiled. "One of the things we are known for here in the Southern Isles are our ability to host splendid galas. In the years past, it was always our mother, the Queen, who planned and organized these formal functions. They were her specialty," he said fondly, remembering. "the one, or sometimes two, major events of our year..."

As Viktor trailed off, Georg continued, "she brought so much life and merriment into this castle. Even after her passing all of those years ago, we hope we can still channel her spirit through these events." Anna smiled softly and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I bet she would be proud of you for continuing something she loved so much." She replied, and felt a tug on her skirts.

"Auntie Anna, look! Everyone looks so pretty!" Annalise gasped.

"I know!" Anna smiled, and carefully knelt beside the younger princess. "But no one looks prettier than you." A slight blush caught on Lisee's cheek and she giggled in response. Then, her eyes shifted towards the nearby dance floor as she saw several couples waltzing.

"Why don't all the girls have crowns? I thought Grandpapa said lots of princesses were coming." she asked.

"I'm sure most of these girls are royalty. And it seems some of the ladies on the other side of the room have some smaller diadems and jewels in their hair. I think though as a general rule, larger crowns and tiaras are reserved for those who are married."

Lisee blinked. "oooh." With a small pout, she added, "I bet you would look pretty with one, Auntie Anna."

"I'm sure." Anna laughed. "One day, whenever I get married."

"Sooner than she thinks..." Georg leaned in and whispered to his twin brother, who nodded in agreement. However, he wasn't quiet enough, as Anna glanced over in their direction with a raised brow.

Uh, what? With a cough, she gestured to Viktor and Georg. "So. Recognize anyone?"

"Sure!" Viktor smiled and gestured across the room. "Frederick is center-stage, surrounded by gaggles of giggly girls, Lars and Alexei are over there past the musicians, trying, and failing, to impress. And at the food table Tomas is nabbing a lot of the chocolate danish..."

Anna deadpanned. "I meant, any of the guests."

"Your sister is talking with our father." Georg smirked.

"...I hate you both." Her comment only made the twins grin mischievously, and so she grabbed the child's hand. The musical number had ended, and now the dance floor was safe to cross as the dancers started to mingle with each other before the next waltz began. "C'mon, Lisee. Let's grab a snack and see who's here." Before the twins could protest, the two girls started off towards the middle of the room.

"Don't forget you promised us a dance, Princess!"


"Is there chocolate on the table?" Lisee asked as she stood on her tippy toes. She and Anna walked down the refreshments table.

Anna raised a brow. "Are you even allowed candy this late?"

"Maaybe?" Lisee put on her most innocent face.

"In other words, 'no'..."

"C'mon, Auntie Anna... please?"

Anna blinked. "Hey now, I know what you're up to. Don't think the softy-sad-eyes are going to work on me." She said with confidence. "Besides, what would your papa say if he saw me do that?"

Annalise pouted. "Grandpapa gives me chocolate anytime."

"I'm not Grandpapa."

"No..." Annalise tapped her chin. "But he's a king, and over-rules everything!" With a now happier grin, pleased with her childish logic, she tried peering over the top of the table. "So... can I?"

Anna pressed her lips together. "You know...you're terribly sneaky. Are you sure you're Ludwig's child and not one of the Twins?"

"..huh?"

"Nevermind." Anna said and gave in, handing the little princess a small chocolate truffle.

"YAY!"

As Annalise nibbled on her chocolate, Anna scanned the ballroom floor. "Speaking of fathers, I still don't see yours." she frowned. "He is coming, isn't he?"

"Uhuh." Lisee nodded.

"Well...I guess until he comes," She plucked another truffle from the platter and handed it to the girl. "This is your last one until Ludwig comes. I don't want to get you in -"

"Oh my stars, what an adorable child!"

Both girls turned to see a group of young ladies standing nearby. Some of Frederick's admirers, Anna deduced, as she saw these same ladies crowded around the crown prince earlier when she first walked in. From appearance, Anna noted they seemed close to both her and Elsa in age.

"Hello." Lisee said shyly, moving closer to Anna and taking a light grasp on her friend's skirts.

One of the ladies, a blonde girl who wore a more formfitting, and revealing, peach gown, leaned down to smile at the princess. "You're very pretty in pink."

Annalise looked up to Anna, who smiled and gestured for her to respond. She looked up to the stranger and gave a small smile. "Thank you." She said quietly.

With a comforting pat on the girl's shoulder, Anna smiled to the other woman. "She's a bit shy around strangers."

Another of the group, a brunette with tanned skin and dark brown hair nodded in response. "Is she yours?"

"huh?" Anna blinked, then quickly waved her hands in front of her. "Oh no. She's not-, I mean..." She swallowed. "her father is a prince of the Southern Isles. I'm just a visitor." With a quick clearing of her throat, she smiled and offered her hand. "I'm Princess Anna of Arendelle. And... you are?"

The tanned woman spoke first. "Lady Maria Tenova of Osterheim." she gave a small curtsy and turned to her companion.

The blonde, after hearing who Anna was, stood straight again and her demeanor changed. "Lady Rosalind Spencer, of Weselton."

"Oh!" Anna smiled. "You must know the Duke-"

"Reginald Spencer. My grandfather." Lady Rosalind interrupted, a bit short.

Ookay...who tied her corset too tight? Anna thought to herself, yet maintained a friendly aura. "How is he?"

"He's fine thanks. Though if you really care, he's here tonight. You can talk to him for yourself."

There was an awkward moment of silence before Lady Maria spoke again. "So... are you both here on the King's invitation? Or the Prince?"

"The Prince, of course." Lady Rosalind boasted.

"Same here." Lady Maria nodded in agreement.

"Well of course!" Rosalind added. "at such an important occasion as this, what woman isn't here to woo the crowned prince? The second most powerful man in this kingdom?" She turned towards where Prince Frederick was standing and admired him with dreamy eyes. "There's a square outline in his jacket pocket. Rumor is, it's a ring, and he will be proposing marriage to the chosen lady tonight! Every woman tonight will show off their very best!"

Anna blinked, and she and Annalise shared blank looks briefly. "Well, I'm not." Anna finally replied.

Rosalind shot her an incredulous stare. "What?"

"It's true." Anna shrugged. "My sister Elsa and I are here on the King's request as a sign of friendship. I've actually been in the Isles for months now, and Prince Frederick has shown little-to-no interest in pursuing me that way. And quite frankly, I'm not interested in him at all. Tonight, I'm just here to enjoy the party."

"Speaking of..." Maria trailed off as she nodded towards the dance floor. "Here he comes this way."

"What?" Rosalind panicked. Her hands immediately went to smooth out her dress, and then went to her hair to make sure no strand was sticking out of place. "You'll excuse me, ladies. Let a pro show you how it's done." She turned on her heels and started moving through the crowd.

Annalise tugged on Anna's skirt. "Auntie Anna? She's weird."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, it seems." Anna replied as they watched Lady Rosalind latch onto Frederick's arm. The musicians took that as a cue the next waltz to begin, and everyone on the center floor started partnering up for the dance.

Maria opted to stand along the side of the ballroom with Anna and Lisee to continue the conversation. "I take it you're familiar with her family?"

"Lady Rosalind?" Anna asked. "Yeah. Her grandfather, the Duke, was at my sister's coronation this past summer. He's not a very kind man, if I remember correctly. He seemed arrogant, and very self-interested."

"I suppose she shares his traits." Maria noted. "Ever since we were waiting our turn to be introduced to the prince, she was bragging about anything and everything; her hair, dress, bust even, including her abilities to charm foreign men. It was getting a bit annoying, to tell you the truth."

"I can imagine." Anna nodded in agreement. "She's in for a rude awakening though. I get the feeling Prince Frederick wouldn't go for a constant-boasting-woman. And - ooooh my gosh... she even inherited the Duke's dance moves."

"huh?" Lisee started jumping in place. "Auntie Anna, I can't see! Where?" After a strained grunt, Anna lifted the little princess into her arms so she could get a better vantage point."oooh!" she immediately started to giggle. "Why is she doing that?"

"Apparently, a flying chicken with the face of a monkey is a popular dance move in Weselton." When she noticed Maria's confused stare, Anna merely shrugged. "You're better off not knowing."


"Spectacular event, my dear friend." The King of Malengrad smirked from his seat near the throne. "I believe you've outdone yourself on this one."

Alexander grinned in response. "This is a very important event, Alastor. When it comes to my sons, and the future of the Isles, I have to 'pull out all of the stops'. I want this night to be successful."

"As do I, Alex." Alastor nodded. "My own sons are attending tonight. And at the moment, it appears they are doing their part." He moved his head to each side as his eyes scanned the dance floor. "It appears both have found young ladies to waltz with."

"That's how it all begins." Alexander smiled. "Close proximities, holding hands, soft music. Such innocent intimacy. And what a joy it is for us to see such youth in wonderful spirits."

"Not everyone." Elsa said, contributing to the conversation. She re-positioned in her seat to address the two other monarchs. "It seems the man of honor dances with a frown."

"Hmmph." Alexander let out a slight grumble. "He would. I'm afraid my eldest son wasn't too keen when I introduced the ball a while back. Mind you, this isn't first time I've held this event in his honor. In fact, my own fingers are crossed that this third time is the charm. We are all only getting older, after all. If he doesn't find a bride soon, I may have to take more desperate measures." He let out a chuckle, and his tone became more lighthearted. "I told all of my sons, that this ball won't end until someone finds a bride."

Alastor scoffed in amusement. "Oh my. I hope you have enough provisions to feed us all. This ball may not end..."

Elsa glanced to Alexander. "Surely the younger ones will have an easier time. They are under less pressure."

Alexander nodded in agreement. "Quite right. My hopes are quite high."

The Malengrad monarch scanned the floor again as the next musical number began, and the participants changed partners. "Just how many of the princes are here tonight? Usually they are all pretty easy to spot in the crowd, but I can only see Frederick. Oh, and I think there's another by the dessert table."

Alexander followed the man's glance. "Ah, that one is Tomas. For your earlier question, only six of my sons are present tonight. Astor and Johan unfortunately wouldn't have returned in time for the event. And my three youngest are..." he trailed off for a moment, "...unwell."

Well that's putting it lightly. Elsa thought to herself, but didn't call the king out. What happened between the brothers was a family affair, even if Anna was caught in the middle. It wasn't her place to air the Westergaard dirty laundry to allies.

"Ah, a pity." Alastor shook his head.

"Oh..." Elsa said suddenly, looking out onto the dance floor. "It appears that same girl roped Frederick into another waltz."

"She's certainly a bold one." Alastor muttered, noticing how put off Frederick's original dance partner was to seeing the prince stolen right from her grasp. "Who is she?"

"That would be my granddaughter, Lady Rosalind." Said the proud voice of a smaller, older man approaching the throne platform.

Alexander rose from his seat and came down to address the newcomer. "Ah, Duke Spencer! Welcome, dear fellow. I was wondering where you had slipped off to."

The Duke of Weselton bowed in respect to the three monarchs, though his eyes did narrow ever so slightly and linger on Elsa slightly longer than the other two gentlemen. No one aside from Elsa really seemed to notice, and she didn't take offense to his glance. She was sure that subconsciously, she was giving the older duke a similar look. "Ah, I was enjoying myself on the dance floor, but for now thought I'd take a break and let the youth go at it." He gestured to an open chair beside Elsa. "May I?"

"Oh yes, absolutely." Alexander smiled, and returned to his own throne.

"We were just commenting on your lovely granddaughter." Alastor smiled. "Ah, to be youthful with so much energy."

"Dear Rosalind has always been the active child in the family." the Duke mused. "She has talked of nothing more than this event since we received the invitation, your Majesty."

"She is certainly making an impression."

She ought to be. Weselton thought. Considering all of the hours I spent getting her ready for this moment. As this is her first ball after coming of age, it is more important now more than ever to make good impressions. Representatives from nearly every kingdom in this realm are here. Everyone knows Corona, the Southern Isles, and Arendelle are the key players in the trading business for their raw materials and crops. After the horrendous treatment at that snow-queen's coronation, Weselton was left slighted this winter. But if everything can go right tonight, we won't have to worry about other trade partners bailing. Marrying into the throne of the Isles will be the biggest stepping stone for Weselton in years.

"Though..." Elsa said softly. "I'm not quite sure if Prince Frederick is taken by her charms."

"Well, if not him, he has several other brothers-" the Duke paused. "...did I just say that outloud?" Before he could give the monarchs a chance to respond and make the moment any more awkward, he jumped back to his feet. "Oh, one of my favorite dances is starting! I'll see you all on the floor!"

Elsa glanced to her two companions with a bewildered expression, but before she could comment a small figure bolted up the steps and nearly tackled Alexander.

"GRANDPAPA!"

The older king let out an 'oof!' once the child leapt onto him. "Annalise, my darling girl. That is no way for a young princess to behave."

Georg hurried up to the steps and bowed respectfully to the monarchs. "I'm sorry, father. I tried to keep her with me."

"my my..." Alastor smiled at the little princess. "This delightful girl is your granddaughter? She's gotten so big from the last time I've seen her."

Annalise gave him a shy smile before turning back to her grandfather. "Grandpapaaaaa..." she drawled, and tugged on one of his hands. "Dance with me!"Alexander gave her a look, and she quickly added, "um, please? Pretty please?"

"My dear, I'm afraid I'm a bit old for this."

"Nonsense, dear fellow." Alastor chuckled as he rose to his feet. "I'll come with you, now you won't be the only big-shot on the floor, eh? It looks like the Queen Mother of Vallacia could use a dance partner." With a polite nod to Elsa, he walked down the steps and along the edge of the room to the elder woman.

That was Lisee's cue, and she tugged again on the king's hand. "C'mon, Grandpapa!"

"Oh, alright. But just one." He also stood and allowed his granddaughter to tug him away.

That left Georg alone with Elsa. He gave her a soft smile and a slight shrug before offering his hand to her. "I uh, don't suppose you would care to join me?"

Elsa returned the smile, but shook her head. "Thank you, but no. I don't dance."

Deciding to try harder, more for mirth than anything else, he popped his bottom lip out in an attempt to mimic one of Annalise's 'sad faces', "pretty please?"

Elsa arched an eyebrow and leaned back in her seat. "Did Anna put you up to this?"

"I can neither confirm or deny the princess' involvement." Georg replied, straightening up. "But, you are here now by yourself, and if I may say, you seem...lonely."

"Well..." Elsa shrugged slightly and gestured to the chair beside her where the Duke was previously sitting. "I won't deny that. Why don't you join me for a few minutes? You can give yourself a break from all of that..." she waved a hand towards the bustling dance floor, "...that mayhem." With a smile, Georg walked up the few steps and sat down beside her. "Also," Elsa admitted, "I'd rather not be alone should the Duke return."


"You're up to something." Anna said.

"I don't know what you mean." Viktor said in his most innocent voice as he whirled her around the ballroom.

"It's practically written all over your face." Anna smirked. "I think I've been around you and your doppelganger long enough to know. Those sneaky-yet-not-sneaky expressions you made back when you planned on busting Hans out of prison? Yeah... I see them on your face."

Viktor twirled her and drew her back into his arms. "Yeah, okay. Fine." He relented. "Georg and I were trying to come up with a plan."

'Oh?"

"Yeah."

"And what would this plan be, hmm?" Anna asked.

"We were trying to figure out how to keep you."

Anna blinked. "Keep me?"

"Here. In the Isles." Viktor clarified. "We want you to stay."

"Who counts as 'we'?"

"My brothers and I?"

"...All of them?"

Viktor couldn't help but shrug. "Well...maybe not all... certainly the ones that matter at least." He let out a small sigh. "We like you, obviously. You're practically the little sister we never had, and always wanted."

Anna couldn't help but smile. "You say that as if we've known each other all our lives. It's only been three months."

"But it feels like a lifetime." Viktor countered, and his voice grew soft. "Look how much light and warmth you have brought to this castle in your short time here. Isn't that what matters? Perhaps if you were a part of this family all along, things could have been very different."

Anna faltered during one of her steps, and the prince quickly took hold and steadied her. "You don't mean that." She replied softly. "You have a very special family, Viktor. Each one of your brothers is unique in their own way. You don't truly wish things could have been that different. Would you really have wanted that much to change?"

The other dancers were getting a bit into their space, so he pulled Anna closer to him to avoid knocking into someone else. "Despite what you've seen here, this family can be quite cold. It's only gotten worse over the years. Our mother was the one to hold most of the love, warmth, and excitement in this family. She was the key that held us all together. Her death brought about a lot of personal chaos for most of us." He let out a sigh before continuing. "You'd be surprised what a single woman can do in one family, especially a large one such as ours that's dominated by men. What this castle, this family needs, is a desperately big dose of femininity."

Anna frowned slightly. "Isn't that what the purpose of this ball is? So you all find wives?"

Viktor tilted his head back and forth. "Well, yes, obviously. But look around you. None of the young ladies came alone. Each one came with a chaperone, be it a duke, or an earl, even a king. They watch their daughters for any sign that they've taken to someone, and then the two guardians arrange the marriage."

"But...that's normal, isn't it?"

"Of course. Most royal marriages are arranged. Business affairs, if you will. Two individuals from neighboring kingdoms wed, and their lands are united. But, that kind of affair isn't what we need in this castle. Look how unhappy Frederick is right now." He nodded to his brother's direction so Anna could look. At the moment, he was dancing with a shorter brunette girl.

"Well...he's smiling. Sort of."

"He's faking it. He's been faking interest this entire evening so far. Especially with that crazy blonde you were speaking to earlier. While we all want Freddy to marry before he becomes king... or, just marry at some point in general, I think I speak for the rest of my brothers when I say, we would all prefer if actually married for love. Granted, he can marry whoever the heck he pleases, but how lackluster it would be if they had nothing in common; nothing to connect them. We'll have a woman far too young for him strutting the castle as nothing more than a glorified heir-breeder. What a very depressing thought." He released her when the musical number came to an end.

"I never knew you could be so serious..." Anna said.

Viktor gave half a shrug. "I can be should the situation warrant it; especially when it's something, or someone important to me." After a moment of hesitation, he reached up and stroked her cheek.

Anna blushed, and took his hand in hers. "I didn't think I was that important to you..."

"Like I said before, Princess. To me, and several of us all, you're practically a sister. Not only that, it's obvious what's been going on with you and Hans, whether either of you admit it or not." He mused. "I really wish you could consider staying. After tomorrow, everything is likely to go back to the way it was. I'll miss seeing your lovely face each morning at breakfast, and at mealtimes, your mere presence forcing my fellow brothers to actually use manners. I'll miss your boundless energy and innocent charm-"

Anna was full-on blushing now. "so, the jester is a romantic, too?"

Viktor's eyes were soft as he brought her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her skin. "As I said, I can be a great many things, should the right moment arise." He took a step back and offered Anna a sweeping bow. "If you'll excuse me. I've had Georg attempt to convince your sister to change her mind during our waltzing. It looks like he could use some back-up."

She watched as he slipped through the crowd towards the king's platform just as the musicians started up again. I guess I'd better move out of the way. I think I'll give my feet a brief rest before Georg starts begging for his tur-woah! She was pulled from her thoughts as a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Before she could even respond, she was whirled around into someone's waiting arms and forced to move in-step with his movements. "I'm sorry...I was just leaving-" she looked up at her new dance partner and did a double-take. "Uh, Frederick?"

"Please..." he said with a strained voice and equally strained expression as he steered her across the floor. "Grant me five minutes of peace..."

Anna thought back to her conversation with Viktor and put on a sympathetic smile. "come now, it can't really be all that bad..."

"it is. Somehow, I have to survive the rest of this evening while being stalked by Duke Spencer's granddaughter, among plenty of other desperate women. I think you're the only young woman here who isn't vying for my affections, or behaving in an obnoxious manner."

"Well, I'll certainly take that as a compliment." Anna frowned. "I see what you mean though." Anna happened see out of the corner of her eye that Lady Rosalind and several other girls were glaring at her. What is that girl's issue? It's not like we're in any sort of competition... "Some of these ladies are...well. You know."

"Yes..." He sighed. "It's a shame Lars and Tomas are so far down the pecking-order. I haven't seen one woman show any interest in either of them this entire evening."

"Hey, there's still time." Anna shrugged slightly and stepped out into her twirl before his arms brought her back to him. "I mean, the ball just started what, an hour ago? I-"

"Oh God... it's only been an hour..." he couldn't help but groan.

Anna couldn't suppress her giggle and she looked at him apologetically before continuing her previous statement. "I bet they're just waiting for the right lady to cross their path."

"If we wait for them to make a move this night, we're doomed. Lars and Tomas are two of the laziest people I've ever met. I was hoping at an event such as this, they would at least try to puff up some pride. However, Tomas seems more interested in attacking the food, and Lars. Well..."

"What about your other brothers?" Anna asked. "It's not just them here. The twins are roaming about, and Alexei as well. No high hopes for them?"

The crowned prince scoffed. "Viktor and Georg seem quite content as bachelors. I honestly can't see either one falling for a young maiden without the other feeling left out. And I can assure you, there aren't any twin ladies present tonight to intrigue them."

Anna frowned slightly. "And Alexei? He's rather nice, compared to some of you."

Frederick's eyes quickly scanned the room until they landed on the spoken prince. He was standing off to the side engaged in what looked like pleasant conversation with several other military uniform-clad men. "Poor man." He sighed, and looked back at Anna. "Alexei is a wonderful brother. And I'm sure he would make an equally wonderful husband and future father. However, finding a woman to show genuine interest is difficult." Anna gave him a puzzled look, so he continued. "His small stature unfortunately turns prospective brides away."

"That's... that's horrible! How could anyone judge another on their height?"

"Women do it all the time, I'm afraid. Whether they are royal or not, they seem to gravitate to those of the stronger sex who are larger than they are; in terms of both muscle and height. They want a man who has the appearance of a warrior protector. Unfortunately, a short man has little prospects. Or even an lanky one, in Lars' case."

"Poor Alexei..."

"He's used to it. He's always been the smaller one, and has faced the abuse all of his life. While Hans was picked on because...well...he's Hans," Anna frowned at the mention of the youngest prince, "Alexei was a target among-st the family because of his stature."

"It doesn't make it right." Anna replied.

"No. It doesn't. But we're all terrible brothers. It's what we do." They danced in silence for a few more moments before he finally spoke again. "Speaking of Hans... where is he?"

Anna blinked. She wasn't expecting that query. "Hans? In his room I imagine."

"Is he not coming tonight?" Frederick asked, dejected. It was the first time Anna could see genuine concern on the older man's face when talking about Hans.

His reactions caught Anna off guard. "Well, he told me he wasn't. I mean, how could he? He's still bedridden, isn't he?"

Frederick frowned. "Yes...he is." When the musical number ended, he was reluctant to let go of her.

She eyed him carefully. Of all of the princes, he was one of the ones she spent the least time with, so reading him wasn't too easy. But...if he was anything like his brothers, the expression on his face could indicate the mental gears moving in his head. For what, she had no idea.

"Well, your highness." Anna said as she stepped back. She gathered her skirts and offered him a curtsy. "That was your five minutes. Thank you for the dance."

He shook himself out of his thoughts and offered a swift bow in return. "No. Thank you, for offering me a brief moment of sanity. You're a lovely dancer. I guess I'd better go back to it." Before she could walk away, he gently took her hand. "If I need another break, may I find you again? For another five minutes?"

Anna smiled. "We'll see."


Frederick managed to duck through the crowds and avoided a lot of attention as the next few dances began. Now, he stood at the refreshments table. A footman handed him a glass of champagne and he drank it as fast as gentlemanly possible. He'd do anything for something stronger, but the bubbly liquid would have to do. While he set the empty glass down and traded it for a fresh one, he noticed a young woman in a rich off-shoulder black gown sitting alone on a padded bench near the balcony doors, far from the activity in the center of the room. From what he could see from afar, she had a lovely face, though she seemed downcast. In the few minutes that he observed, her gaze constantly shifted from her lap to the dance floor, then across the room to an older, stern looking woman, then back to her lap again.

She seems just as uncomfortable as I am. He glanced back towards the center of the room. His group of 'stalkers' were currently being held at bay thanks to some desperate intervening from his twin brothers. I'll have to thank them later. At least, I've got a few more free moments of peace. Turning to the footman, he took a second champagne flute and walked across the back of the room to the padded bench. At the moment, the girl's focus was on her lap again. Her fingers were fidgety along the folds of her skirt, and so she didn't notice his approach.

"I do believe..." Frederick began in a soft yet calm tone, "that you are the only fair maiden tonight that I have not been introduced to."

His presence startled her, and she jumped to her feet. "Oh my! I mean, er,...oh!" she gasped and stammered her way to silence as she looked him up and down. "You're... you're..." with a gulp, she formed a nervous curtsy. "Y-your highness!"

"Milady." Frederick offered a smile and took in her appearance. She did indeed have a lovely face; bright violet eyes, long, curly light-brown hair that was partially pulled into a small updo while the rest hung down, landing a short ways below the shoulders. "May we be introduced?"

"Yes of-of course." She felt a blush forming on her cheeks from her embarrassment. "I'm Princess Charlotte, of Vallacia. And.. you're Prince Frederick, the man on display."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Indeed I am. Though, for the moment I'm giving the floor to my brothers, and the other young bachelors here tonight." The two held a smile together before he glanced down at the glasses in his hand. "I thought you might like some champagne, and perhaps I could join you?" He held out the glass to her.

Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. "Yes, of course." she finally replied, and gently took the champagne flute and watched him sit beside her. "Thank you. You didn't have to bring me this."

"On the contrary." He replied, "When visiting someone's space, it is never proper to come empty-handed."

She took a sip of her champagne and studied him. "I...you're mistaken. This is your home. I'm the guest."

"Ah." He waved his empty hand to the seat. "But you have claimed this comfortable rest for yourself, and I am intruding on your space."

She shook her head. "I let you sit down."

"And I am more grateful than you realize, fair princess." He responded and took a sip of his own drink. "I couldn't help but notice your lovely gown. You're quite fetching this night." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her cheeks flush. "However stunning, black is not a normal color choice for merry events. I hope you wear it as a compliment for your figure and not because you're in mourning." He watched her bite down on her lip, and her gaze fell back to her lap. That told him all he needed to know. "You are, aren't you..."

She nodded and spoke just above a whisper. "six months ago, one of our royal vessels was attacked by pirates. My older brother was killed," she paused, "and so was my fiance." She turned her head away to try and hide any stray tears forcing their way down her cheeks.

"Oh, Milady... my deepest condolences." He said. He pulled out a handkerchief from his vest pocket and held it out to her. "I am so terribly sorry for your loss. To lose a sibling is difficult enough; but your future love as well..." That certainly explains why she's so solitary.

"Oh." She said, looking back at him and shaking her head. She dabbed her cheeks with the cloth. "Gregor wasn't my lover. We were betrothed, but not in love. He was my childhood friend. It would have been a marriage of convenience, to appease my grandmother." Her eyes scanned the room, and she shifted uncomfortably seeing the older woman speaking to Kings Alexander and Alastor across the room. "I'm running out of time, you see."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm too old to be an unmarried princess. Most ladies my age have been wed so long, they have several heirs. I still have yet to walk the chapel aisle. And without Gregor, my prospects are low. Who would marry me, knowing I don't have many good years left for bearing children?"

A footman was passing by, and Frederick swiftly handed him his empty flute. "Never say never, my dear." He placed his hand over hers. "There are a lot of men here tonight."

"I haven't been in the mood for mingling. Or dancing. In fact...you're the only one who's bothered to talk to me at all, your highness."

"Please. Call me Frederick. I'd rather save the formalities for those I don't particularly care for."

Charlotte blinked, and looked at him shyly. "Is that why you came over here? You 'like' me?"

He gave her a wry smile. "Well, you haven't tried sticking your bosom in my face. That automatically sets you apart from most of the women here." When that got a small smile out of her, he continued. "I approached you because you looked sad and lonely, and it would be terrible of me as the crowned prince and host of this event to not make sure you were alright."

"You're very thoughtful." She answered, and returned her gaze back down. "I'm sorry that I make such terrible company. My grandmother has forced my attendance, and-"

"There you are, your highness!" said a high pitched giggle.

Frederick flinched, and turned around in his seat. Lady Rosalind and several other 'bold' women were rapidly approaching. Charlotte looked at the prince, then to the ladies.

"Is there something I can do for you, ladies?" He asked, forcing himself to be the bare minimalist charming.

"We were hoping you would join us back on the dance floor, and-" Lady Rosalind boasted, until the prince interrupted her.

"Ah yes. I'm afraid that I've monopolized much of your evening already." he said with false politeness. "It is rude of me to not attend to the other guests here."

"But surely!" Rosalind began, but he cut her off again.

"-I am enjoying Princess Charlotte's company. I will not sacrifice her time for a third, or even fourth round of yours. Now please, go back and enjoy the festivities." When they wouldn't budge, he added with a hint of sharpness, "these are my wishes."

Charlotte blinked as she watched the women move off. "Ah, so those are the ones shoving their busts into your face, hmm?" She managed to let a single giggle escape before he looked at her, not amused. "I'm sorry."

"It would seem that you and I are kindred spirits in a way. I'm also pretty miserable tonight."

"I would say that's impossible. A tall, handsome prince being the center of attention among the realm's most beautiful women sounds almost divine in a normal man's world."

"I believe I would rather live out the rest of my days as a bachelor than marry any of these...children. They all look at least half my age." he rubbed the back of his neck. With a sigh, he continued, "Perhaps I should leave you. I wouldn't want my sour mood to spoil what remains of your own evening."

Frederick started to rise, and was surprised to feel Charlotte's hands grasp onto his arm and tug him back down. "Is something bothering you, your high-, er, Frederick?"

"All of these blasted women, for one."

"Besides them."

He shifted his body so he was angled back towards her again. "You don't really wish to hear of my troubles."

She offered a weak smile and nodded. "Yes, I do. And perhaps venting your feelings will make your overall mood improve? If anything else, it'll make getting through the rest of this ball easier."

Frederick turned his gaze away, down towards his lap as his fingers drummed on his leg. "Are you sure you wish to be privy to my dark secrets?"

"You've helped me feel better tonight," she said, and traced her fingers on the back of his hand. "The least I can do is offer you the same comfort."

He sighed heavily, but didn't look at her. "I... I feel guilty."

"Guilty? Why?"

"It was something, no, several things, that I've done to one of my brothers." he said quietly and with strain in his voice.

"Which brother?" She asked, leaning in slightly closer to hear him better.

"Hans."


There was some small truth to the rumors circulating the ball. There was indeed a ring box in Frederick's jacket pocket. However, it wasn't his, and with each step he took down the castle corridors towards his youngest brother's room, it felt like weight on that side of his jacket kept increasing.

He had told Princess Charlotte almost everything; his relationship with his brothers, his treatment of Hans over the years, even his desires for Dirk and Derrick to further break apart Hans and Anna. During his entire speech, he was too ashamed of himself to look at her and properly judge her reaction. To his surprise, she took the news of his deeds quite well, and even encouraged him to do the right thing. Unfortunately for him, that meant doing the one thing he has tried, and failed to do all week: talk to Hans.

Soon enough, he found himself outside the familiar wooden door. Only now, instead of standing outside in the hall like a fool working up courage, he was determined to get it over with. Time was of the essence. He could only escape from the party for so long. People would come looking for him. Without another moment of hesitation, he made three swift knocks to the door, and waited.

No response.

Oh Hans, don't you DARE be asleep. Frederick knocked again, and louder.

"...what?" said a very irritated voice from inside the room. That was his invitation more or less. Frederick opened the door and stepped inside.

"Look, Harold. I told you I'm not in the mood to-" Hans started to say, and then turned his head towards the door. "Oh, it's you."

"Well. That's some greeting." Frederick replied, closing the door behind him and crossing his arms over his chest.

Hans narrowed his eyes. "what do you want? And don't give me any of that 'concern' garbage. You haven't even given me a second thought all week."

The older prince blinked in surprise. Christ, he's in rare form today. This is going to be a lot harder on my end if he keeps acting like someone kicked him in the ass. He made his way across the room and leaned against the bedpost. "I was wondering why you weren't at the ball."

"Hmmph." Hans grumbled. "'Why aren't you at the ball', is the bigger question. You're certainly dressed to impress. What's the matter? Crowds of swooning women too much for you to handle, Freddy?"

Frederick sighed, and rubbed his temple. "Stop this. Please."

Hans raised a brow. "Stop what?"

"This. The animosity. The word-slinging. Can't we just have a normal conversation? Like brothers?"

With a scoff, Hans turned away, and shifted slightly under the blankets. "Like brothers? Since when have you ever treated me like a brother?"

"You're never this nasty. What's bothering you?"

"You are."

Frederick shook his head. "No, you were testy even before I came in. What is it?"

"...nothing."

"It's not nothing. C'mon."

"Why do you care?" Hans snapped.

Frederick's voice grew softer. "I care more than you think." He moved up the bed and sat down on the mattress closer to Hans. "It's not true, you know; what you said. I've thought about you a great deal this week. At least once each day, I've stood outside your door trying to work up enough courage to come in here and tell you the truth."

Hans turned to look at his older brother, skeptical. "Which would be, what?"

"I'm sorry. About everything."

"Oh, you're sorry!" Hans nodded slowly, and then his eyes narrowed. "It's a bit late for that, don't you think? A good twenty-three years too late."

"I-I know, but-"

"-go back to the ball, Freddy. I'm sure by now everyone is wondering where the prize prince ran off to." Hans sighed.

"Let them wait. You're more important right now."

"Somehow, I doubt that." Hans shrugged. "What brought on this 'change of heart' anyway? Is it because Dirk is dead and no longer the fuel for your cruel 'anti-Hans' agenda?"

"Will you please be silent so I can talk?!"

Hans shut his mouth.

"I...I feel partially responsible for what's happened. And I don't just mean the years of sibling roughhousing. Recent events, involving you and the princess." He took a deep breath. What he had to say next was going to be difficult, and he knew Hans would not take the news well at all. "You see... I was the one who instructed Dirk and Derrick to give you and Anna a hard time."

"...what?!"

Frederick gave a slight flinch from Hans' outburst, but kept going all the same. "Back, earlier on, when it seemed you and Anna were reconciling. I wanted you to be miserable. This was supposed to be your punishment after all. I told the men to make sure you two don't fall in love. But... I also warned them to keep any abuse towards you, and to spare the princess. But-"

Hans was livid. "You bastard! Have you ANY idea what horrors he put Anna through in that cabin?! And for what?! So you could get some overall satisfaction knowing that you broke us up?"

"Hans please. It wasn't like that at all. I had no idea what Dirk was planning. If I had any early indication to what he was going to do, I would have put a stop to it."

"Easy for you to say now that you know what happened."

"I never asked for this to have happened. Knowing I've played an indirect part in all of this has made me feel sick, and I've been trying to repent for it ever since your return.

Hans narrowed his eyes, not quite sure what to believe. "Oh yeah? What made you suddenly change?"

"You did."

Hans blinked. What is he talking about?

"I was with the others when news came back that Dirk was killed, and you were injured. But nothing prepared me for the moment the doctors rushed you into the castle." He paused, and looked his brother in the eye. "I was there in the 'operating room' with them, and I saw each and every injury Dirk afflicted on you. You were dying right before my eyes. You think I feel guilty now, imagine what would have happened if you actually did die on that table. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. It was then that I understood how wrong I had been all of these years; about you, about Anna...everything. I made a vow to become a better man, and a better brother from that day forward. I know this will be hard for you to accept, and I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've done in the past, but I'd like a chance to try and start over."

It was starting to make sense to Hans now. "The doctors told me I had a blood donor. It was you, wasn't it?"

Frederick nodded solemnly. "I gave you back your life, to give you a second chance at your own happiness." He hesitated, and then drew his hand into his inner jacket pocket.

Hans watched curiously, and his eyes widened at a familiar velvety box now resting in Frederick's hand. "Is... that...?"

Frederick opened the box and admired the ring inside. "It fell out of your pocket while the doctors and I were trying to remove your clothes for the operation. I know what you want, and I won't stop you. In fact, I want to help." He closed the lid and placed the box in Hans' open palm. "Come to the ball. Please."

Hans' hand trembled as he brought it closer, and held it against his chest. "I... I can't." He replied. The earlier malice in his voice was gone, and replaced with sadness.

"Anna is there, you know."

"I'm sure she is." Hans sighed.

"She would love to see you." Frederick said. "I'm sure you're aware by now that she and Queen Elsa are departing tomorrow morning."

"Of course I am." Hans snapped, then sighed. When he spoke again he was much calmer. "It's why I was so...grumpy before."

"Ah." Frederick nodded.

"I can't possibly go." Hans said. "For one, I can't even walk, or even move." He paused as he watched Frederick get off the bed and move to Hans' wardrobe, fishing through the garments until he pulled out a dark grey formal suit. "Uh, what're you doing?"

"Getting your clothes out."

"What part of 'I can't walk' didn't you understand?" Hans huffed, and looked down at the ring box again. "And this... doesn't really matter anymore. Elsa basically told me off earlier; that under no circumstance am I to propose to Anna; not if I want to earn her trust."

Frederick snorted. "Nevermind Elsa and what she wants." He walked back over to the bed and tossed the blankets aside. "This may be your last chance to show Anna how you feel. Take advantage of it! Spend the time with her at the glitz and glamour of a royal ball instead of in your room. Or are you really going to waste it by laying here brooding?"

Hans only shrugged in response, but the longing expression on his face said it all.

"I didn't think so. Now. swing your legs over, if you can." Frederick smiled and offered his arms for support. "I'll help you dress, and while we get ready, you can tell me all about the fair princess downstairs that's stolen your heart."